Anonymous asked:
Aziraphale, you defied your side as you refused to fight in the war and take part in The Divine Plan. Surely that counts as ‘falling’, don’t you think?
Aziraphale:”Can i just say—- and i think this is really important so i need everyone to shut up—-that i love your hair?
Crowley:”Thank you. It’s genetic and unattainable”





“Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.”
—“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver
Anonymous asked:
Aziraphale, you defied your side as you refused to fight in the war and take part in The Divine Plan. Surely that counts as ‘falling’, don’t you think?
Aziraphale: Certainly not! And I did not refuse to take part in The Divine Plan, I believe I took part in it exactly as I was supposed to! I do believe it was The Almighty’s plan all along for myself and Crowley to stop the war from coming, and therefore by doing so, I took part in The Divine Plan!
Crowley: Falling’s not like a metaphor for doing something wrong, it’s a physical fall. You don’t say an angel’s fallen just because they’ve done something bad. They have to be actually exiled from heaven and drop straight down into hell to count as ‘falling’. And Aziraphale here still has his pretty white wings, so that’s definitely not happened yet.
Aziraphale: Besides, you’d have to do a lot more than ask a few questions of the Plan to ‘fall’ anyway.
Crowley: Don’t be too sure of that…
The weird thing about seeing Masters of Sex before Good Omens is your brain going
“Haha you saw that angel have sex”
“The Aunt
and the Sluggard,” in: The World of Jeeves, P. G. Wodehouse.
Bertie has lent his apartment in New York to his friend Rocky and therefore has to sleep in a hotel and make due without Jeeves.
He doesn’t cope well…
Favorite quotes:
“I looked round the place. The moment of parting had come. I felt sad. The whole thing reminded me of one of those melodramas where they drive chappies out of the old homestead into the snow.
‘Good-bye,
Jeeves,’ I said.
‘Good-bye, sir.’ And I staggered out.”
[…]
“As I stood in my lonely bedroom at the hotel, trying to tie my tie myself, it struck me for the first time that there must be whole squads of chappies in the world who had to get along without a man looking after them.”
[…]
“I had a bit of dinner somewhere and went to a show of some kind; but nothing seemed to make any difference. I simply hadn’t the heart to go to supper anywhere. I just went straight up to bed. I don’t know when I’ve felt so rotten. I found myself moving about the room softly, as if there had been a death in the family.”
[…]
“Next morning Jeeves came round. It was all so home-like when he floated noiselessly into the room that I nearly broke down.”
[…]
“… I began to recover. The frightful loss of Jeeves made any thought of pleasure more or less a mockery, but at least I found that I was able to have a dash at enjoying life again. What I mean is, I braced up to the extent of going round the cabarets once more, so as to try to forget, if only for the moment.”